In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.

La, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté Luxe, calme et volupté There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.

The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.

Progress, this great heresy of decay.

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.